I think I've finally figured out why The Fall bothered me so much. Don't get me wrong--it was an excellent book, and the portrayal of the human condition was fairly accurate (if not totally cynical).
The narrator of the story, Jean-Baptiste Clamence draws you in completely--describing his past life as though since then he has had a dramatic change in his attitude and actions. All along, I was thinking, "okay, he was a drunkard, a womanizer, and a complete asshole, but he's going to change; yay for him."
Wrong.
He manipulated me.
I can't handle it when I'm being manipulated. It's the one thing that I cannot get over. Luckily, only one person has truly succeeded in doing it--but he will probably never be forgiven for it.
Ugh.
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I had a really strange case of deja vous while I was reading this. Funny...
I hate that book. The only time in my life I've ever felt suicidal (granted it was only like 60 seconds) was because of that book.
Camus, you're on notice.
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